Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

they descended the

Henry with a hint of fear in his expression,

gently, “I am your uncle. Your mommy

Melora, Berthold relaxed,

delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then turned

murmuring, “Could you not

“You’re afraid now?”

and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out

silence, he gently

slowly pulled into the mansion’s grand

hadn’t intended to disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped

she saw Henry holding

froze for

sleep with Skyler tonight. You go

Crystal nodded.

she ascended the staircase again, she opened

gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm bed

the day had

just a sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling

porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were

heart soften at the

Berthold. “This child takes

her

tender voice. “You must have figured

out more vulgar

let the children

a fierce glare,

frightened now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,”

eased the tense

Melora. I’ll

Crystal agreed with

between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced

all, I am Melora’s

began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you-

was about to step out, Melora held

tidal wave of emotion washed over

Melora’s hand, she reassured, “You should have come

in a soft

and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you

Melora nodded.

the snack. By the time everything

the kind where the vibrant colors were nearly washed

Crystal noticed.

any remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here is your

down and began

no longer the chatterbox who

kept her

tears. “Crystal, I’m scared.

she dwell on

child, living a tough

Alfred had shared good times together. However, they were swept away

she would spot him in the newspaper. He was still the dignified and spirited.

radiance. Moreover, the passage

said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his

girl

settling Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry in the

study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp

the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was

walked to the window, and cracked

smoking too much!

watched her in

different from any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on

snuffed out the cigarette and leaned into

to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must have been a breeding ground for their

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